[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
The Champions (The Champions)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
Uh huh
See, my coupe is baby blue, the interior's yellow
So I figured it'd be cute to call my car mellow
Bought burgundy sport supercharge Range and put gold pipe in it
23s on it, yep, LeBron James'd it
But ain't shit changed, bitch, I still Kay Slay shit
No album, just mixtapes and got a Grammy nomination
Two Source awards, jyeah, I saw you bitches hatin'
One for best song the other for collaborations
Vibe awards, two more, get the fuck out my face, bitch
Got three ass caps, 'cause I write what I say, I'm sick
BET awards, best rapper of the year and it only gets worse, yeah, the girl's really here
You see, the underground awards said I'm the best, best that got flow
Damn, I'm still all in the streets like potholes
I ain't Jeezy but R to the easy gots [?] (Yeah)
Keep in touch with my my connects
Everything is thato

[Chorus: Hell Rell]
Yeah, n***as pay attention 'cause there's something 'bout Remy
Thugga thugacation, Papoose, is you with me?
And I'm Hell Rell, n***a, the hardest out
Cut our checks, it better be a large amount
Yeah, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us
N***as comin' at Papoose, he's a goner
Can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us
N***as comin' at Papoose, he's a goner
[Verse 2: Papoose]
He always talkin' 'bout that vest, so hit his head
Y'all career ain't got no life, you livin' dead
I don't care how many rhymes that n***a said
This n***a ain't no gangsta, he a chickenhead
Kidnapped your buzz, your girl? I took that too
Look you up and down, yeah, I'm lookin' at you
She got a fat ass but my name Papoose
Come on, man, I get more but than an excuse
Keep the Heckler & Koch when I walk through the streets
Wire his jaw, make him talk through his teeth
Had the nerve to ask me if I'm sure I want beef
Come on, man, I'm shore like the water on the beach
Heimlich maneuver, believe me, y'all
I breathe life into rappers, you could call it M-C-P-R
Keep the 44 Beretta, back down? Never
Nacirema Dream, n***a, greatest album ever

[Chorus: Hell Rell]
Yeah, n***as pay attention 'cause there's something 'bout Remy
Thugga thugication, Papoose, is you with me?
And I'm Hell Rell, n***a, the hardest out
Cut our checks, it better be a large amount
Yeah, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us
N***as comin' at Papoose, he's a goner
Can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us
N***as comin' at Papoose, he's a goner
[Verse 3: Hell Rell]
He must of been out of his mind
Lord, forgive him, he was high (High)
Without Stevie Wonder, he gon' see that ribbon in the sky (Sky)
Say bye to the ghetto (Bye)
Hi to the metal (Hi)
Twenty carats in the chain, another five in the bezel (Stuntin')
I'm international, you got a local buzz (Buzz)
Pro with a tool before I knew what Pro Tools was (Bang)
Dipset philosopher versus Touch the Nation (Yeah)
Dropped outta school and mastered the thugacation (Papoosed her)
Kicked the bitch out the bed just to sleep with my semi (Yeah)
Keep talkin' 'bout your millions, I'll make you eat every penny (Every penny)
I ain't tough, I ain't a soft, I'm just a n***a who pop (Pop)
I ain't no rapper, I ain't no artist, I'm just a n***a who hot (Woo)
Yeah, I got a new car, switch my V every month (New V)
These n***as is bitches, man, they bleed every month (Every thirty days)
And I'm waitin' for these cowards just to rub me the wrong way (Uh huh)
So I could hop out the van, get to dumpin' that long K

[Chorus: Hell Rell]
Yeah, n***as pay attention 'cause there's something 'bout Remy
Thugga thugication, Papoose, is you with me?
And I'm Hell Rell, n***a, the hardest out
Cut our checks, it better be a large amount
Yeah, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us
N***as comin' at Papoose, he's a goner
Can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us
N***as comin' at Papoose, he's a goner